I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

AUDIO: Drama of ‘family of origin’ seems to follow us for a lifetime
Freedom matters more than safety, even if you can’t see that
Why does the mainstream ignore those whose predictions were right?
Living a sane and healthy life is now radical by world’s standards
How does modern culture escape ‘little boxes made of ticky tacky’?
Idiots in Congress haven’t heard of ‘law of unintended consequences’
What’s the difference between a cop and an actual peace officer?
I still have trouble accepting that my idealized world doesn’t exist